Organic Fragrance Dispenser

The monarch butterfly had obviously recently emerged from his chrysalis hidden somewhere in our garden when we spotted him. He clung to the thyme plant unmoving for the longest time, then opened his wings periodically and hopped from stem to stem occasionally. Then came the rain, a deluge. We were surprised to see he had held his ground, and was still on the thyme, now drying his new wings. I took picture after picture without much movement on his part. My husband decided he was sick and offered his finger to him, at which point he flapped frailly into the sky growing stronger with each pulse of the wing. It was then we smelled it, the pungent scent of thyme perfuming the air around us as it wafted from the monarch’s wings, a little surprise to puncture the ordinary on a winter’s day.